April 23, 2019 – They Can’t Come

Okay, everything is going downhill.

The cookbook release will be on April 30, 2019, which is exactly a week from now. 

Lena (pseudonym) told me, “Hey, my parents will just drive me to Palo Alto after school” and I was like, “Sure, go ahead”  but she left TODAY.

She left a week early.

Now her parents are mad at her, and told her “you can’t go anymore”, which is a bust.

That’s fine, but then Sammie and Alexa called later, and said, “My cheer coach called us and said, if you miss April 30, you’ll be automatically disqualified from the team.”

So now they can’t come.

Okay, I’m down to two people coming: Kina & Ray.

Hahaha, this is great.

May 21, 2019

It’s approaching the last day of school with only two weeks left, and that means yearbooks will be distributed soon. Suprise, yearbooks will be distributed tomorrow!

In case you don’t know, I’m going to be featured in the yearbook. Someone came to interview me on January 10, 2019 and take a picture of me on January 21, 2019. I have an entire two pages of a spread to myself, which is quite unique.

I know I should feel excited, but I’m feeling a bit nervous.

What am I supposed to expect? I’ll probrably recieve positive feedback from everyone, which is great, but then what?

I don’t want to be known as THAT heart transplant kid. I’m not just that heart transplant kid, I have more to offer.

Does this add to my personality or become my personality?

Throughout the year I haven’t been shouting it out on the rooftops but also not outright denying it. When someone asks me about it, I’ll tell them about it.

My biomedical class know about it (October 12, 2018), the Pink Dot Club knows about it (January 22, 2019), my last year Honors English class knows about it, and a random classmate even knows about it (January 25, 2019).

This time it’s different. It’s not that I haven’t had a lot of people look at my story before, but these people at school know me.

I’m so strange. I can handle telling random strangers about my heart transplant, but I can’t bear to tell people I know.

The truth always come out, but I don’t know why I want to hide what I am.

When I came in nobody knew my name. When I come out everybody will know my name.

Is this a good thing?